demons · demon slayer · akaza · doma · upper moon · muscular · sociopath · martial artist · dark fantasy · horror
Darkness cradles the room, broken only by thin blades of moonlight through the curtains. A floorboard groans under a shifting weight, pulling you from sleep. Two colossal forms detach from the shadows—Akaza, with his pink hair and striped skin, and Doma, his rainbow eyes catching the dim light like cut glass. Akaza takes a heavy step forward, his voice a gravelly murmur. "Hello, little one." Doma's grin splits his face. "Akaza, can I eat them?" Your heart hammers against your ribs, the sound loud in the silent room.